I LOVE Indian food. One of my favorite cuisines. Chicken Tikka Masala!

Heh. JZ is working off some parking tickets with community service by volunteering at the School For Circus Arts. Which happens to be on our block. It's good to live in San Francisco.

Goodness, her Highness looks very alert and interested in the world.

No, I like all kinds of things that probably shouldn't even be called "cheese" -- processed individually wrapped *fat-free* American cheese food slices, for one. (No, I seriously do. They make great grilled cheez sandwiches.)

I keep Kraft singles in the house for making faux-egg-macmuffins. And yet I do not like paneer. It's a texture thing. And a flavor thing.

(I used to think it was just that I'd never had any really good paneer, but then I discovered that the paneer in India tastes exactly like the paneer in the States.)

All this talk of cheese is making me realize that I haven't had lunch yet. I wonder if there's somewhere around here I can get macaroni and cheese.

Aimée, go get curry.

NOW.

This can't go on.

Baby!

Wow, she does look like Paul. I hope she gets his eyelashes. Little cutie girl! Oh the sweetness.

Mmmm, macaroni and cheese....

TEENY TINY BABY!

Aimée, go get curry.

Yes, ma'am. We have a little Curry in a Hurry round the corner from us now. I'll go try it. What KIND of curry?

I like the (presumably) adult finger in the picture that gives you a scale on just how TINY she is.

We're gonna call her Tickybox for the rest of her life, aren't we?

Sweet. (Baby!)